Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Not only could the Heaven Realm demons in these secret realms fully unleash their strength, but they also had the support of various ancient bloodline powers and their combat strength was powerful.

If that was all, the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm would not be the most dangerous place in the Southern Wasteland.

According to the information Han Muye had obtained, he came to a conclusion.

The Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm was connected to other realms.

In other words, Heavenly Mystic Realm cultivators were not the only ones who entered the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm.

Consolidating the information on the returns after entering the secret realm, Han Muye deduced that every 500 years, foreign cultivators would enter the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm.

Because every 500 years, the demons of the Southern Wasteland would suffer heavy losses after entering the secret realm.

That was why the demons of the Southern Wasteland invited the Flood Dragon Clan to join them.

The demons of the Southern Wasteland did not reject the participation of the forces of the Central Continent.

If all the deductions were correct, then the opening of the secret realm this time would coincide with the start of another 500 years.

Looking down at the excited juniors of the sect in front of him, Han Muye felt a little emotional.

This was how cultivation was. Only by risking one’s life time and time again to fight for opportunities could one obtain a chance to advance further.

After returning from the previous Nine Sects Competition, these elites had undergone a complete transformation. There was a huge gap between them and their peers.

If they obtained another opportunity from the Ten Thousand Demons Secret Realm this time, these elites would grow to become the pillars of the sect in a hundred years.

As for those disciples of the same generation, most of them might stop at the Foundation Establishment realm and never have another chance in their lives.

Su Yuan explained the situation in the secret realm while explaining how the sects of the Western Frontier would head to the Southern Wasteland.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect would be escorted by the sect’s Grand Patriarch, Tao Ran. The Sword Pavilion Elder, Han Muye, would lead the team into the secret realm.

This was also the reason why Han Muye and Patriarch Tao Ran were attending the meeting today.

“This time, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect will lead the various sects of the Western Frontier into the secret realm. Not only do you have to fight for resources, but you also have to show the bearing and ability of the number one sect in the Western Frontier.

“Patriarch Tao Ran is in charge of escorting them along the way. He will also guard the outside of the secret realm.

“In the secret realm, everything will be arranged by Elder Han Muye.”

After Su Yuan finished speaking, the sect master, Tuoba Cheng stood up and spoke.

The disciples hurriedly cupped their hands and bowed to Patriarch Tao Ran and Han Muye.

Han Muye waved his hand and said, “According to the previous rules, the moment you enter the secret realm, the power of teleportation will group people of the same bloodline.

“In other words, we will probably be in the human gathering place in the secret realm.

“Everyone who enters the secret realm, locate your sect’s base right away and gather your strength.”

Glancing at everyone, Han Muye said calmly, “We only have this chance to enter the secret realm. How many opportunities we obtain will depend on whether you can meet up with me as soon as possible.

“If you’re alone, you might not be able to leave the secret realm alive.”

If an outsider said such a thing, it might be repulsive.

They would find the opportunities in the secret realm by themselves. Why did they have to team up?

But it was Han Muye who spoke.

Sword Pavilion Elder, Immortal Han had opportunities with him.

Immortal Han was synonymous with opportunity on the Nine Mystic Mountain.

Not to mention those senior and junior brothers who had received Immortal Han’s guidance and had already gone to the Central Continent, how many disciples in the sect had risen because of Elder Han?

He Xuanqi was now a core member of the direct disciples. The combat strength of his dual swords was incomparably powerful.

Instructor Lin of the Sword Pavilion, Senior Brother Lu Gao, Yang Mingxuan…

There were also many fellow disciples who had received a few words of guidance from Elder Han when they received their swords. Which one of them did not soar into the sky?

There were unspoken rules on the Nine Mystic Mountain. When Immortal Han spoke, people would be willing to put themselves at risk.

There must be a huge opportunity on the other side.

“Yes, Elder Han!”

In the hall, more than a hundred sect elites bowed again.

Everyone was filled with fighting spirit.

After the disciples and elders dispersed, Han Muye stood up.

“Little Han, what are your plans for entering the secret realm this time?” Tao Ran looked at Han Muye and grinned.

In his opinion, with Han Muye’s combat strength, entering the secret realm was nothing.

If he wanted to obtain any bloodline power, it would depend on what Han Muye thought.

The key was that in this secret realm, besides the power of bloodline, there was also Duan Jiuxiao’s inheritance and the Ten Thousand Demons Token.

Han Muye shook his head and said, “I’ll take Zhihu around. Let’s take whatever opportunity we encounter.”

Just taking Huang Zhihu around?

Patriarch Tao Ran opened his mouth, disappointment flashing in his eyes.

“My Nine Mystic Sword Sect is the number one sect in the Western Frontier, and we use the Sword Dao as our foundation. The opportunities in this Southern Wasteland secret realm are indeed insignificant,” Tuoba Cheng said calmly.

He raised his hand, and there was a faint golden blood pearl in his palm.

“This is the ancient bloodline power of the Southern Wasteland White Tiger Clan.

“They hope to form an alliance with the Nine Mystic Sword Sect in the secret realm.” With a flick of his finger, the blood pearl landed in front of Han Muye.

Ancient White Tiger Bloodline.

Han Muye reached out and held it, feeling the surging power in his palm.

“Let’s see if there’s a chance to form an alliance in the secret realm.” Tuoba Cheng looked at Han Muye and chuckled. “I won’t interfere with how you do things in the secret realm.”

As he had said, as long as the Nine Mystic Sword Sect developed steadily, it would be enough to suppress the Western Frontier.

Be it other opportunities or resources, they were dispensable.

“What about the Ten Thousand Demons Token?” Han Muye put away the blood pearl and looked up at Tuoba Cheng.

“If the Southern Wasteland finds the Ten Thousand Demons Token this time and uses it to control all the clans, it will be a huge threat to our Western Frontier.”

A scattered demon clan was a good demon clan.